The cat named Minoru

It turns out that a lot of my love comes from a dark place.
I am not the commonwealth,
I am a flower of evil,
bloomed at midnight.

Awaken, search my soul,
and for what?
You may perceive,
for nothing will be found which will lead you closer to heaven.

Your task, is to be anything. To be everything. To be someone.
Something, anything. A stutter is but a step. You are a child; grow.

Are you somebody?
No.
Because you are a growth of lust and immeasurable beauty.
You care about nothing because you have everything.
This is a creed,
not a motto.
But let it be clear that you are beautiful.

I havent tasted red like this in a long time

A beautiful red in the black of night,
your blood tastes beautiful on my lips.


I lick it, like an open wound should sting,
I feel it, like an open wound should hurt,
I understand, like a brain should exercise daily.


Alright,
cool,
whatever.
Same here.

Your best work to date

because it's a well written,
well thought out,
piece of work.
You are quite something,
you think you're so remarkable,
yet you're so astoundingly futile.
Your love breaks no boundaries because you play it safe.
You are a fool,
Who'd want to play your game?

Don't give me a list,
give me a poem,
give me a code,
give me a map.
I would like to see what lies inside the treasure chest,
and if there isn't one?
Then find one and hide it.
Because I'll find it.
And I expect to be pleasantly surprised.

But that's my problem,
isn't it?
That I expect so much from you?
Only because- every. fucking. time.
     Every fucking time that I try not to,
    You put it onto me,
   And you are gentler,
 More noble,
Than the rest of us.

Turn me around,

playing in the dark,
holding heat in our hands,
we are the concubines of our hearts.

And do you miss it?
Because you've realized you need it,
so no.

You're growing up
and you see no point in believing things that don't matter.
When will you stop hating yourself?
...as much as I hate you.

Because it's cute.
And I wish you knew me,
But to make you happy I'll wait.
Watch. Wait.
To steal your body away from darkness,
To take flight,
or maybe-
     Holding on to something is better,
     we can stay ground on the ground,
     Since you so much want to be a dragon.
     Let me take Flight.

About a girl who can't hold a relationship because she's so full of her EGO

... then we go.
And let you go.

Because your ego is too much for me to go with.
But I love you;
Do I?

Why am I unsure of something like love?
Because you don't want me when I want you to be with me,
but an Ego is e-gad, disgusting.

You aren't my friend,
you are a beautiful mistake.
They call that shit relationships.
I hate that I can't go,
because I'll be here as long as you pretend to love me.

At any occassion I'd be ready for

You're sidestepping further downwards unto my shallow, weighted, misfortunes,
This is how much I care. Ill watch you burn as you waste,
And suffer as you sleep,
Let malice overtake you as if you drowned on air.
I wish your existence were so meaningless and painful,
That you wished upon your funeral.

That you wished for a time being less forgotten,
And if only you had repent.
Maybe.
Grown tired of feelings that are almost miserable,
But not quite,
They tried telling me it was love.
Beautiful.

Lastly, already

I make up for days of guilt and for being busy with nothing,
I miss having time for you,
And unspoken audience of nobody in particular.
Because im a disappointment,
Really.
But lastly, already,
You've forgiven me, no?
Because i haven't you.
I forgive you,
For hating me.

While you are sleeping my mind goes creaking

How about you stop with these games?
Im too tired of being used
Like a toy,
Like an object-
Apart from the feelings,
Really, i think ive had enough.
You're just another girl.

Im sick of your shit.
Let me be the bearer of bad news.
Because you're unbearable.

This is a lonely dance we move to

press your body against mine and sway to the tune,

move with me,

move out with me.

On parade to the world,

does it matter who cares-

Does it matter who knows?

I don't think so.

Because we're lonely beings,

isolated on a lonely rock,

floating through space.

And if the red wine spills...

who'll notice?

So take life's risks and be able to say you took chances,

because I would love to be part of the mystery in your life.

...If anything,

This is all just a carbon based existence.

... or don't pretend. This is a beautiful sight. Period.

Do you accept my offer? Or decline fervently?
I agree with whatever you pick.
Because you are beautiful,
and I will forgive you for anything, since you are my closest attachment to what makes me real.


Rarely do I forget,
even when I have seen blackouts mid-day.
You lead the way,
not like an X on a map,
but like a page to a book written on a desk.
You are that secret that I have found,
and nobody told me how to get there.
I made my own trail to you. And you accepted it.


So is this acceptable?
Will you stand for it?
Is the post simply a bother, because you don't want anything from anyone?
I wish you would stop and wait for my letter.
The romance in snail mail is dead.
And with it I have died in you as well.


Period.